The Heideman Legacy

March 8, 2012

When I wrote about Leonard Heideman more than two years ago, the response was anti-climactic. This was the story of an important television producer with a deadly secret in his past, and a generation of repercussions from that secret, culminating in Heideman’s suicide. I’d spent three years, off and on, gathering data, watching Heideman-scripted TV episodes, and trying to convince reluctant friends and family members to share their memories of this talented but disturbed individual. Apart from the initial news accounts of Dolores Heideman’s death, almost none of what I wrote had been reported before. When I began, and knew little about Leonard Heideman except that he’d killed his wife and written for Murder, She Wrote, I thought about writing up the story as an acerbic only-in-Hollywood anecdote. Once I dug in, I realized that approach would have been in horribly bad taste, and I became obsessed with getting all the facts right and being fair to all the parties in this tragic tale.

Everyone who read the piece seemed to like it, but I guess I expected more. Comments from Hollywood veterans who knew or worked with Heideman (or, more likely, “Laurence Heath,” as he was later known). Some interest from the true crime community, perhaps, or from one of those semi-scuzzy cable magazine shows. Or, worse, angry reactions from some of the Heideman or Heath family members who declined to be interviewed and opposed my reporting of the story. In fact, apart from a one-sentence response from one of the sources I did quote in the piece, the only communication I received from the Heideman/Heath family was a recent e-mail from a distant relative and family historian, who confirmed several of the educated guesses that I couldn’t verify during my research. But when I pressed for more details, the family member never responded.

So for the most part, “Lenny the Knife” – as my research associate and I morbidly took to calling him – remained confined to this little corner of the internet. Maybe the Los Angeles Times editor who turned down my Murder, He Wrote pitch as “old news” was right.

All of this comes to mind because I noticed an obituary in Thursday’s Los Angeles Times for one of the minor figures in the Heideman saga. Maxwell Keith, one of the three-man team of high-powered lawyers who succeeded in clearing Heideman, the violent killer of his wife, with an insanity plea, died this week in Templeton, California, at the age of 87. Keith’s claim to fame was his doomed defense of two Manson acolytes, Leslie Van Houten and Tex Watson. The Times obit also mentions another famous Los Angeles murder case, that of Dr. R. Bernard Finch – a dentist who conspired with a pretty young mistress to kill his wife – in which Keith and his then partner, Grant Cooper, were the attorneys of record. The jury put Finch away for twelve years. Even though it was, locally, a high-profile case (and it would’ve broken Keith’s 0 for 3 record), I guess I’m not surprised that the Times didn’t mention Cooper and Keith’s successful defense of Heideman.

Keith is not quoted in my Heideman history for the simple reason that I couldn’t find him. Even though an odds-defying percentage of them were still alive when I was researching Heideman, I had terrible luck with the police and the lawyers who worked his case. Glen Kailey, one of the uniformed officers who arrested Heideman on the night of the killing was still living, but seemed to have fallen off the planet (or more likely into an elder care facility that defied public records searches). Both of the primary detectives on the case were alive, too, but when I tracked down O. D. de Ryk, the senior investigator, he told me that his former partner suffered from advanced dementia. As I questioned de Ryk, I sensed that he, too, suffered from memory loss; the few details he could remember about the Heideman matter were questionable. (Kailey and de Ryk both died in 2010.)

As for the attorneys, Grant Cooper was long dead. Godfrey Isaac – in his eighties but still a practicing lawyer at the time – declined to be interviewed minutes after receiving my request, and ignored my subsequent e-mails. (Although in his single curt reply, Isaac did mention a detail that allowed me to identify him amid the pseudonymous figures in Heideman’s memoir.)

As for Maxwell Keith, one reason I failed to track him down is that he was no longer licensed to practice law. The Times obit politely reports that Keith retired in 1995, but the State Bar of California’s website tells a different story. In December 1996, Keith resigned “with charges pending”; ten years before that, he had been disciplined by the Bar on another matter. The Bar association handily keeps track of its active members, but had no contact information for Keith; and all the phone numbers I found and tried led to dead ends. That was what reporting the Heideman story was like: every tangent seemed to lead down another rabbit hole of secrets and lies.

Yep, I completely concur with the above. I did leave a comment at the time but don’t always do so unless I can add to the discussion or am asked for opinions/feedback. Some of those that have passed away may have been able to add some details, but the original piece still stands as one the best I’ve read, on the net or in a book.

I was very interested in your article I knew him and were from a group of friends living in the Bronx -and he was a brilliant student , and could learn to do any thing .There are just a couple of us still alive .jerome.rattner@gmail.com

I was Associate Producer on the TV series ” Lancer” and Mr. “Heath” was one of the writers, who was known by our
Executive Story Consultant, Tony Wilson. I knew of the murder and his book from Tony. I remember Mr. Heideman as a very quiet, gentle man with a very soft handshake. I didn’t realize he had committed suicide until just now.

My father was a wonderful man, and I’m happy you got to know him. At least a little bit. My second father, the one who taught me many writing techniques and most of my bad real life habits, was Tony Wilson. One story that sums up Tony as sustain one story can only inadequately accomplish: Tony was once giving me fatherly as I e over cocktails at the valley branch of Til of the Cock.

Tony, “I once wanted to have an affair, with my best friend’s wife. this raised a great moral dilemma, since he and I had been best friends since we lived back east before moving to Hollywood. what to do? what to do? Then I discovered a great truth.”

Young Ed, eagerly, “What was that, Tony?”

Tony, leaning forward for emphasis, “You can always get another best friend.”

do you know how to contact Jack Turley if he’s still alive? I knew him very well, both as a writer and socially. Once, while I was married to. Y first wife, I had a date with a young lady newly fro Ohio and needed a place to take her after dinner. I had asked Jack if I could use his place, and he said yeas, so we prearranged the rime when he should vacate the premises. At the appointed time we pulled up and parked in front of Jack’s apartment, and got into an argument when I had a moment of guilt and admitted to her that I was married. As we loudly discusses this revelation, I saw Jack, in his tennis clothes, circling the block, more than once. Now that’s a friend! He did all of this in vain, perhaps for the best. I know that Tony was disappointed in me for telling her the truth when I reported the e ending’so events the next day.

I just came across this article in the Facebook group Mid Century Modern and Historic Los Angeles in the 60s, 70s & 80s, and I had never once heard about this man. I was a follower of Larry Harnisch’s blog, and I don’t believe he ever covered it either.

When you say people “might have wanted more”, I agree, but it doesn’t take away from the wonderfully researched and vastly interesting article. People like me want to know the minutia, like the wife who didn’t take the children and left them with him, how he was able to score these young women (were they just hoodwinked) and would have loved to have heard their stories too. But people like me rarely get that information. I would love to read the book, if only to see how someone explains a murder (and their subsequent “cure”)

It’s apparent that this man should have never been released as he was never “cured”. It’s a sad story all around, but damned intriguing.

I’ve bookmarked you now, and will be perusing your work. You’re very talented!

Thanks for the kind words. I’m not sure I agree that Heideman should never have been released. I just don’t think that we had (or have) good solutions for mental illness and crimes committed under his influence. Punishing him as if he’d killed in cold blood seems cruel, but letting him off scot free seems inadequate.

I had a little bit more detail on the second wife that I omitted, because she wasn’t a public figure or the focus of the story. I don’t know the full story but, as you surmised from the custody situation, she had her own issues.

Feel free to contact me directly if you have anything you can share. You must have worked your ass off researching, because there isn’t anything on the net regarding this guy. I can’t even find the book.

So little was known about mental illness and how they could repeat their offenses – or how they really weren’t “cured”, just in a better situation because they were confined and forced to deal with it. We know better now.

I feel awful that he had children in the first place, let alone more. I can imagine that their lives have been difficult emotionally because of their father’s illness. It’s just a difficult story all around.